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doodlesfromthebird · 6 months ago
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[OC] Mattheus ⚡💜
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dovveri · 6 months ago
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hii!! can you write about momo spanking reader for wearing a short skirt, then making reader ride her face as sana plays with readers bouncing boobs 😵‍💫
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synopsis: exactly what the req asked for
warnings: dom!momo switch!sana sub!reader - degradation, cursing, spanking, face-riding, cunnilingus, sana’s a little obsessed w boobs
w/c: 3.2k
a/n: u horny mfs
you can feel the set of eyes that's been fixed on you since the beginning of rehearsal.
normally momo was the most focused during dance practices, but today, even the instructors had noticed her lack of attention.
"momo!"
the eyes leave you and you catch her panicked gaze and red-tipped ears in the mirror.
"go home. if you're not going to be serious about practice today there's no point in you being here."
"but- i-"
"go home. come back tomorrow with a better attitude. you're a senior in this industry. people look up to you. you can't be off daydreaming and slacking off when trainees are itching to be where you are."
momo huffs, turning pink and quickly grabbing her bag, stomping out the door. you look at sana sympathetically in the mirror who's eyes follow after her before meeting yours. she rolls her eyes playfully, gesturing something about momo being a child. you snicker in response but you're quickly snapped back to attention when the instructor who reprimanded momo gives you a sharp look, calling for everyone to take it from the top.
the rest of the practice goes by uneventfully. aside from sana sneaking in a few inappropriate butt grabs, which wasn't really uncharacteristic of her anyway, you all manage to get as much of the choreography done as you can without your main dancer present.
sana's all over you on the way home. her hand is practically attached to your ass and you can't help but squirm a little when she sends you a knowing smirk.
"momoring's not gonna be happy with you when we get home."
you roll your eyes, "whatever. she should have been paying attention. you didn't get told off for leering too much did you?"
"no but that's because i keep it in my pants better than she does." she squeezes your ass at that, hand under your skirt and on your bare cheek. it was easier to dance in thongs anyway. less restrictive.
you shoo her away, reaching your shared apartment door accompanied by the sound of her laugh. you insert the key and twist, opening the door and setting your things down, taking off your shoes as you hold open the door for sana to come in as well.
but as soon as your shoes are off and the door closes, you feel your feet being lifted off the ground and you squeal as you’re thrown roughly over someone's shoulder. a hand comes down hard over your skirt and there's a loud smack that reverberates around your apartment walls.
you're flailing around when you realise it's momo who's picked you up and hoisted you over her shoulder, her hand on your bottom, arm wrapped around your legs. you look up and see sana with a mirthful glint in her eyes, picking up your things and setting them aside before heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water before joining you and momo.
"momo- what?! put me down!"
"okay." she drops you unceremoniously onto your shared bed, your shirt riding up and your skirt flipped over. you clamber onto your elbows and find that she's crawling over you already, a dark gaze devouring your body, drinking in the newly exposed skin.
"fucking slut." she tugs on your skirt that you're scrambling to pull back down to cover yourself. "getting me kicked out and embarrassing me in front of everyone."
"how is that my fault?" you struggle against her, pushing yourself up the bed so your legs aren't dangling off the edge.
she scoffs in response, "are you serious? prancing around and bending over in this pathetic excuse for a skirt, this is more of a glorified belt than anything." she smacks your hands away, pulling and feeling at the material around your hips. "and wearing a fucking thong underneath? may as well have gone without wearing any fucking underwear, flash the entire rehearsal why don't you. was that what you were going for when you put this on this morning? huh? wanted everyone to see what a desperate little whore you were, just begging for anyone to bend you over and fuck you from behind?"
"'s not my fault i have a cute butt. why don't you practice some restraint?"
she's leaning down, dangerously close, eyes narrowed and pupils frenzied. you gulp. "restraint? you want me to practice restraint?" her voice is low, laced with venom and spoken directly above your lips.
you can't find it in yourself to answer, intimidated but so very turned on with the way she's treating you.
"what? can't speak up now?"
she's flipping you over before you know it, hiking your skirt up and landing a resounding slap onto your cheeks.
you yelp, scrambling to get away but she holds your hips down, pressing them against the mattress.
there's another slap and you're fingers grip the sheets, squeaking out again at the sting.
you hear a whistle behind you, and you know sana's entered the room.
"what's going on here darlings?"
"teaching our baby a lesson."
"oh yeah? what for?"
you can imagine the look on momo's face, her gaze steely with rage and scorn, the mental image only serving to soil your panties even more.
sana giggles, unbothered, "don't gimme that look momoring. i didn't have a problem keeping it in my pants."
momo grunts, “whatever. you fall out of line and i’ll give you the same treatment she’s getting.” momo lands another hit on your cheeks, punctuating her sentence.
sana rolls her eyes, “like i wouldn’t like that anyway.”
momo sends her a glare and sana laughs, moving towards her to tilt her chin up and kiss her.
the fact that you can’t see them but you can hear the wet smacking of lips, the little whimpers sana lets out and the sighs momo exhales, has you squirming all the more.
“g-guys please- please-“
slap.
“shut up- mmf- we’re not talking to you.” momo talks between sana’s kisses, sana pays you no mind, sliding onto the bed and rubbing her hands over momo’s shoulders.
so you’re forced to shift and wriggle under momo’s palm while tortuously listening to your girlfriends get progressively more turned on, get progressively wetter while you're laid on your stomach unable to do anything about it.
you hear when they break apart and momo starts kissing down sana's neck, the shuffle of clothes coming off and bra clasps being snapped open, you’re grinding down into the bed desperate for any sort of stimulation. then you hear full-blown moans when hands start grabbing at breasts and rubbing nipples between fingers. you're preening your ears, trying to catch every word, every gasp, every moan, but even when sana's whispering the dirtiest words into momo's ears while momo's mouth is attached to sana's neck, you can't catch any of it, completely left out and untouched.
that is until sana speaks up, intending for the both of you to hear now, "momoring~ i wanna see her pretty chest heaving. can she ride your face? pretty please?" you can visualise the pout sana has on her, no-one could resist that face, you have been at the receiving end of that many times. when sana pulls that face, she always gets what she wants.
you turn crimson at the mental imagery, slick running down your thighs in anticipation, "yes! please please momo please-"
slap!
"how. many. times. do i. have to. tell you. to shut. up." she lands a slap with each word in rapid succession, your ass burns in pain and pleasure. "she wasn't talking to you slut. speak again without being spoken to and i'll gag you."
you whimper into the sheets, thighs rubbing together to get any sort of friction.
"tch. you're lucky sana babies you. if it were up to me you wouldn't be getting anything at all today." she's shuffling up the bed but you don't dare move, straining all your senses to get any clue on what was happening.
then momo pulls your hair, not gently but not too rough either, just enough to get you gushing. she turns your head to face her on the bed, she's already lying down, not looking at you, eyes trained on the ceiling, but you can tell from the way her pupils are blown and her breathing is heavier that she’s just as turned on as you are right now. "well? give her a show. you'd love to be on display like the slut you are wouldn't you?"
you scramble up, catching a glimpse of sana smirking and completely naked, a hand between her thighs, the other one groping a breast.
momo's also been stripped, you drink in the skin as you clamber over her, sana sliding forward sultrily so she's grinding down on momo's abs. you'd feel jealous but in that second, momo pulls your thong to the side and slides a tongue along your cunt, her hands gripping your thighs to bring you down harder onto her face, and any thoughts that weren’t pure pleasure and relief vanish from your head.
the choked out moans you let out at finally being touched, finally being able to see your girls, you were so tightly wound up already.
sana's got that lidded gaze, dragging herself along momo's abs just a little rougher at the sight of you, bringing a hand up and under your shirt, grasping a breast between her fingers and squeezing. she has you lurching forward, but momo's grip on your thighs is firm, holding you up while she licks stripes of fire up your spine.
sana giggles, gasping, the sound quickly turning into a moan as her clit catches on the ridges of momo’s stomach, but her sweet sweet smile remains, it’s pornographic the way she looks, how she sounds, she’s unreal.
your attention is divided though, from sana pulling at the hem of your shirt to get you to take your top off, and momo sucking your clit into her mouth, its hard enough to think as is.
"there we go. that's my pretty girl." sana giggles again when she manages to unhook your bra, tugging it off and throwing it off to the side.
"god look at the two of you. my pretty darlings. look at you, your chests heaving up and down in sync, those pretty pretty tits. you both drive me positively insane." she tilts her head back, the tone of her voice lilting as she brings a free hand to rub at her clit. “how- ah- how’s she taste momoring?”
momo slurps at you noisily in response, you buckle at the feeling, her hot tongue thorough and firm, not missing a single sliver of skin, she’s absolutely devouring you.
sana chuckles lightly, reaching back and parting momo’s thighs, running a finger lightly down momo’s wet pussy. momo’s hips buck up at the motion, only serving as a harder board for sana to slide across when her abs tense in effort. sana keeps a finger rubbing circles on momo’s clit while she moans unabashedly and leverages the ridges and lines on momo’s stomach.
when sana dips a finger into momo’s pussy, momo moans around your clit, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure up your body.
you’re desperate to talk, to voice just how good she was making you feel, but you were terrified of the warning she gave about gagging you if you spoke without being spoken to. you hated the gag, it always left you in tears and your jaw sore.
sana saves you, a twinkle in her eyes that barely come up to wink at you before drifting back down to your bouncing breasts. she loved a show. “what’s wrong sweetie? want to talk hm? always one for words aren’t you? go ahead. momoring won’t gag you, she loves to hear how good she makes you feel even if she won’t admit it.”
momo can’t even reply, her face stuffed full with your cunt.
“f-fuck oh god- momo fuck- that’s so good right there oh shit- mm oh my fucking god you’re so good-“
sana giggles at your eagerness, edging you on when her fingers that were inside momo come up to twist at a nipple, the slight sticky shine on them is vulgar.
“ah-! fuck sana- oh my god not- oh you’re so pretty i can’t- you look so pretty-“
“what are you saying darling? think your mind’s turning to mush with how good momo’s tongue feels inside you hm?”
“fuck- yeah- can’t think-“
“shh you don’t have to think sweetie. just ride her face and look pretty for me. the both of you- god- you’re gonna make me cum-“
her movements speed up as she glides along momo’s stomach faster, harder, her breath catching, fingers rubbing tight rough circles onto her clit before she cums, head thrown back in a silent scream, sweat dripping down her throat, you want to lap her up.
that thought reminds you of the one thing that gets sana just a little further while she’s cumming.
so you lean forward as much as you can, momo’s arms supporting your body, still drinking you dry, dangling your tits in front of sana’s face once her head comes back down.
her blazed eyes meet yours just for a second before she grins, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking, moaning around it while she rides out her orgasm, her oral fixation fulfilled.
the sight of her cum staining momo’s stomach, the feeling of momo’s wet hot tongue inside your throbbing pussy, and sana’s perfect mouth suckling on your tit, it’s enough for you to cry out and cum as well.
momo slurps you up happily, her own hips grinding up into nothing of their own volition. you try to pull yourself up but a tug at your nipple and a hint of teeth sinking in, as well as momo’s firm grip on your thighs traps you there, writhing and moaning as you cum for them.
when they finally let you go you collapse on your side next to momo, breathing hard and pussy still tingly from the aftershocks of pleasure.
you can barely move but when you hear the sweet sounds of momo moaning you force yourself to roll onto your stomach and turn your head to see her eyes clenched shut, mouth open, and hand tugging at brown locks between her legs.
you rub your thighs together at the sounds, the moans and sloppy wet kisses sana’s leaving on momo’s cunt.
momo feels your eyes on her and turns her head, her eyes peeking open and you whimper a little at the sight, clenching around nothing.
“you can kiss me.”
that’s all the permission you need, rushing forward and almost smacking your teeth together in the hurry but she adjusts and it’s hot and wet and now she’s moaning and gasping those illegal sounds directly into your mouth.
you can tell she’s getting close when her throat gets all high-pitched and whiny and sana moans at the way she pulls on her hair, tugging her impossibly closer so her entire nose, lips, chin is drenched in her essence.
your hand lazily goes to a tit, grasping at it and letting it spill between your fingers, feeling the hard little nub against your palm and rolling it around. you go to the other breast and repeat, just playing with her and feeling her up.
“oh fuck that’s- right there sana-“ momo pants into your mouth, hips bucking upwards.
sana licks and sucks, eager to make her baby cum, and that eagerness is translated easily when momo moans and does exactly that. you take the opportunity while she’s slack-jawed and mouth open to lick into her, tasting yourself on her tongue and humming in satisfaction. sana continues eating her out, helping her through it and you squeeze her tit lightly, trying to prolong the heights of her pleasure.
when she comes down she’s sighing into you, able to kiss you back lovingly, and sana’s sliding up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, momo has to pull her up by her hair when she latches onto a nipple, too sensitive to let her have her fun. sana pouts but adheres, kissing up her neck and whispering how well she did and how good she tasted into her ear.
momo’s lips part from yours as she turns her head to reconnect with sana. you snuggle into momo’s neck, sliding your hand down to her stomach and wrapping your arm around her, cuddling in and closing your eyes.
sana doesn’t let you fall asleep though, breaking apart from momo and tilting your head up slightly to kiss you. you hum at the taste of momo on her tongue, breaking apart gently and nuzzling back into momo’s neck.
but when you feel a hand sneaking down your back and flipping your skirt up again, fingers gently tracing your ass, you whine, the sensitivity from being spanked still there.
you can hear sana tsk, “we need to get some cream on that darling. is that okay?”
you hum, not bothering to open your eyes when you feel sana leave the bed, clinging onto momo.
momo turns her head and kisses your forehead, “‘m sorry baby. was i too rough? does it hurt a lot?”
“noo it was perfect. you didn’t hurt me at all.”
“okay. don’t wear this skirt again in public. you can wear it at home or when its only us but not for anyone else.”
you pout into her neck, “i was wearing it for you! i don’t care what other people think. just wanted to be pretty for you.”
“and you’re always pretty for us baby. but i don’t like when other people look at what’s mine.”
you hiss when you feel the touch of cool cream against your ass, sana dipping onto the bed again and carefully applying it over your skin.
“momoring just let her be. they can look but they can’t touch like we can right? they don’t get to hear or see all the pretty sounds and faces y/n makes when she comes apart.”
momo pouts, looking up at sana, “the same goes for you y’know. you loooove to flaunt your body and you live off the attention don’t you?”
sana shrugs, “there’s nothing wrong with that. you both know i’ll only come home to you two.”
momo grumbles, shifting a little so she’s on her side facing the both of you as well, “whatever. i’ll kick anyone’s nuts if they even think of getting close to either of you.”
you and sana giggle, “they look at you the same way idiot.”
“yeah yeah now hurry up so we can sleep and cuddle.”
sana rolls her eyes but finishes up, stepping away to put the cream aside and coming back quickly to wrap her arms and legs around both of you, squeezing all of you together and pulling the blanket over the three of you.
“you act tough but we both know you’re just a big teddy bear momoring.”
momo begins to protest but you lean up and capture her lips in a kiss and her words die down in her throat, sighing gently into you. you break apart with a giggle, nuzzling back into her throat, placing a hand over sana’s who’s got her arm around your waist and drifting off.
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twixnmix · 2 years ago
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Jean-Michel Basquiat photographed by Edo Bertoglio, 1982.  
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freezingfogsblog · 2 years ago
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"you can't hear pictures"
Okay but what about
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yuri-vision · 2 years ago
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blanka represented poland because if jann and luke black were in the same room the pure power of vampiric slavic twinks would have killed every member of the jury
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preservedcucumbers · 7 months ago
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The Making of Jak and Daxter (actor AU) part 2
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memesmunsigra · 2 years ago
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animepopheart · 7 months ago
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★ 【萨摩ssssssamo】 「 Mermaid Melody 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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rattanwhip · 18 days ago
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miasma
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allthingseurope · 1 year ago
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Samos, Greece (by Bruno)
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guy60660 · 1 year ago
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Kouros of Samos
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momomoring · 11 months ago
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lol in a silly goofy mood rn thinking about gp!momo and how much she likes it when sana rides her.
momo’s sitting in a chair, eyes screwed shut, hands gripping sana’s waist so hard it’s leaving bruises. sana’s straddling momo’s lap, fucking herself on her dick. she’s so wet it’s dripping down momo’s length and making a mess in her lap.
sana has a hand on the back of the chair, just beside momo’s head, and her other hand gripping her shoulder for leverage every time she lifts up and forces herself downwards on momo.
her dick stretches sana out, hitting every single spot inside of her so good her eyes roll back. she’s nearly dizzy with how good it feels, momo’s dick pulsing inside of her, needy little whimpers falling out of momo’s mouth.
it’s kind of pathetic, how much momo likes this, sana controlling both of their pleasure but primarily seeking her own. how momo just lays there, hands gripping sana harshly but barely doing anything to help her fuck herself on momo’s dick.
the coil in sana’s stomach tightens, and it gets harder to lift up, to keep the consistency of her movements. she falls forwards, lips finding momo’s neck, mouthing at her pulse point, teeth biting down and tongue smoothing it over. momo lets out a groan, thrusting upwards. sana gasps against momo’s neck at how her dick goes even deeper, stretches her even further.
“just like that,” sana chokes out and momo, like the good girl she is, thrusts upwards again, those hands on sana’s waist finally useful for something.
sana’s cries grow louder as momo continues fucking up into her, guiding her sloppy movements. momo grunts with the effort, her shoulder muscles working and flexing under sana’s hand. momo’s teeth are gritted with the strain but she loves it, the way it makes sana moan brokenly, hands gripping her and fucking herself desperately on momo.
“i’m so close,” sana says, voice shaking and unsteady. momo groans, trying not to come as she shifts closer, an arm wrapping around sana’s waist, her other hand sliding around to rub harshly at her clit as she thrusts into her. sana nearly screams, the stimulation on her clit overwhelming and intense, but it’s everything she needs and she comes, body convulsing and shuddering.
she clenches around momo’s dick as she continues fucking herself wantonly, momo’s thumb rubbing her clit. the tightness of sana’s wet pussy is all momo can think about, her dick throbbing inside of her as she fucks into her harder, chasing her own orgasm.
it happens within seconds after momo stops trying to prevent it, spilling into sana, warmth exploding as she cries out. her hold on sana tightens as her head falls forwards so that her forehead can rest on her shoulder. sana groans with the feeling and shifts on momo’s dick, milking it for what it’s worth.
and finally, momo leans back, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. her hand finds its way to sana’s stomach and she rubs at her lower stomach, her dick and cum still inside of her. the corner of her mouth quirks upward in a smirk.
“you look pretty like that,” momo says.
sana hums, leaning closer to kiss her lazily for a moment before mumbling against her lips, “so do you.”
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s-ilentcry · 9 months ago
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❝ 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈; 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗐.
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𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞
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twixnmix · 8 months ago
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Jean-Michel Basquiat (SAMO) photographed by Bobby Grossman in New York City, 1980.
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ot9snumber1 · 1 year ago
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more prrv!samo pweaee
anything for you! 🫶
cw: samo being pervs, thigh riding, dubcon
"unnie?" you gasp as sana starts bouncing her leg while you were sat on it. her hands snake their way to grab your waist and you try your hardest not to moan.
"don't struggle, baby." is all she says in response. "momo needs to take pictures of you, okay?"
you're confused, a bit scared, and most importantly incredibly wet. you were sure sana could feel your wetness on her bare thigh, which might explain why she was guiding you back and forth on it.
momo comes into the living room, her pink polaroid camera in hand. "ah, sana! i told you not to start without me!" she pouts. you're only left more confused as the seconds pass.
"but she just looked so cute!" sana says as her hands tug your skirt up, your hips completely moving on their own now. "look, she's even wearing those panties we like! i couldn't help it!"
you're too distracted by the fact both momo and sana have looked under your skirt before to notice that momo had already captured a photo of you. you only realize what both of them are doing when momo pulls the polaroid out and waits for the picture to show.
"y-you've been doing this for a while...?"
"mhm!" sana grins, sitting up properly to start nipping at your neck. "you got a problem with that?"
you should. you should have a problem with the fact momo and sana have been observing you. you should have a problem with sana forcing you to ride her thigh or momo sorting her new picture into a thick binder full of, what you assume, are other pictures of you.
"i guess not." you groan quietly as sana keeps her thigh moving while you rocked against it, blushing when momo breaks from her focus to smile at you.
"aw, you were right, sana. she is a lot cuter when she's awake." momo coos when she walks in front of you, cupping your cheeks in her hands and squeezing lightly. you're not sure if you're creeped out by the fact they've done this while you were sleeping or more aroused from it.
"momo..." you whine suddenly, making the older girl lean down to kiss you sweetly. "don't worry. me and sana have been taking care of you, baby." one of her hands leave to go under your panties and rub your clit lightly while sana's go under your shirt and squeeze your tits.
"this would make a really good picture." sana whispers, her teeth still gnawing at your neck.
momo nods. their perverted behavior was only going to get worse now that you were aware of it. and with the way momo applied the perfect amount of pressure onto your clit and sana was practically chewing your neck up... you didn't really mind. (you wanted to encourage it, even.)
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gemsofgreece · 1 year ago
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Scuba diving in Samos island by xtremegreece.travel on Instagram.
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